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With his grades up, his parents giving him money once again he had taken to the only area they were allowed other than school. Hogsmead, and obviously the number one place to so was where the butterbeer was. Alone, he had diverted from his friends in order to keep their tabs off of him due to his parents keeping the sum low. He was thinking that was a temporary warning to keep his grades up this time around.

While he was glad that, he was one again being able to spend the family money....he had been insulted at the idea he hadn't been trying. It wasn't his fault it seemed like Hogwarts went from year two material and skyrocketed past 7th ear level in potions! 'They did...right? ' He thought to himself as he sipped on his butterbeer.

Running his hand through his blond strands he leaned more into his seat lost in thought about just that.

Eliza loved the weekends in Hogwarts. She loved the more relaxed atmosphere around the castle itself and the opportunity to travel to Hogsmeade to observe those she didn't get to in school.

This particular weekend, her small group of tight-knit friends decided to stay in the castle to catch up on an essay Eliza had finished a few days beforehand. So instead of wasting hours away waiting for them she put on a long, pale pink boucle coat and headed for Hogsmeade.

She first made her way to Gladrags to have a look at the latest cloaks they released earlier in the month. After pondering for half an hour, Eliza purchased one and made her way around the rest of the shops available.

It was heading towards the latter half of the afternoon when Eliza passed by the Three Broomsticks and decided to stop by for a coffee to warm her up before heading back to the castle.

Eliza ordered a cappuccino and turned to find a table to sit at. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Damon, a Ravenclaw the year above her and a member of her social group which she had still yet to name. She added that to her mental checklist of things to do the upcoming week. The Slytherin sat down in the seat across from the boy and took a long sip from her coffee.

"Damon. It's sooo good to see you." she said, a bright smile on her face.

She might have a big smile on her face, but her tone was the typical type of tone used by those who were of 'status'....the 'so' being drawn out making it obvious. But she fed into his 'stud' like personality, and he was more than happy to accommodate her thanks to it. He smirked back, of course seeing him was a good thing.
"Of coarse it is," The sad truth of the matter that he believed it. "And it's always good to see a lady such as yourself." He added.

He looked around to see if there was anyone with her, as she wasn't usually alone. It was odd to see her playing the role of lone wolf.
"So, why are you by yourself?" He asked, after assessing that she was alone.

Eliza smiled and took a sip of her coffee as the boy fed more into her ego.

The Slytherin put her cup down on the coffee as he questioned the whereabouts of her usual pose that usually followed her every move. "Somehow they still haven't finished the Transfiguration essay due on Monday. I knew to get it done early or else I'd just be driven mad." Eliza finally went to remove her jacket and placed it over the back of her chair.

Man did he feel for her, though he hadn't been much better. After all...he was just now getting his allowance back for just the same habits as the girls she hung out with were doing. That wasn't something he was about to admit to though,
"Pity, guess there paying the price. And I get you all to myself." He smirked.

"Not wanting to pay for my lazy friends drinks." He chuckled. "They begged, but after that prank they pulled on me last week it didn't go far." He reasoned.

Eliza smiled at the boy's statement. "Yes you do." she took a sip of her coffee, never taking her eyes away from the boy. He was handsome, that much was true. But then again, if he wasn't, Eliza wouldn't be dare to be seen talking to him. It was all about appearances to her.

Putting down her cup onto the saucer, Eliza nodded. "I did hear about that alright. After all, very little gets past me." She smiled. "I do wish those boys would be a little bit more mature. Seventeen years old and still pulling pranks?" The slytherin shook her head. "I just don't understand what sort of joy you could have from that."

He shrugged, honestly he didn't know when it came to pranks. He'd prefer flying on his broom and letting the wind caress his hair any day over a prank war. Or even better, talking to a beautiful young lady in the local hangout without the guys telling her every stupid thing he'd done since first year.
"Honestly when I met them I wasn't prepared for a seven year pranking war." He chuckled. "I think it's their form of 'winning' since I seem to beat them on the field." He mused.

"And I hear you've been stuck teaching your friends." He took a drink, putting the glass down on the dark oak table. "It seems both our friends didn't get past year three in some area's no?" He smirked, at least their friends checked the box on status otherwise neither of them would deal with them.

Eliza leaned forward and propped her elbow on the table in front of her. She placed her chin in the palm of her hand and looked up at the boy in front of her. "You may beat them on the field, but you've yet to beat me Ainsworth." she replied, a cheeky grin on her face.

Rolling her eyes, the Slytherin leaned back in her chair. "Tell me about it." She shook her head and took a sip of her coffee. "That's why I don't invite half of them to any parties anymore. I know they'd just cause unnecessary hassle. Especially Pearson and Stafford, those two are trouble." Eliza knew she couldn't risk any incidents at any of her parties. Her goal was to keep her popularity as high as possible and she would never risk losing in just for the sake of a stupid prank that went wrong at one of her parties.